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plscallmeeren · 5 months

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W H E R E ?

Draco Malfoy x Reader

Request: yes @JulzLovDraco4Eva

Summary: it's year 7 (so everyone's of age remember that) and muggle-born (y/n) is caught at Malfoy Manor and given to Draco so that he can get answers out of her concerning Harry's whereabouts....... Yeah well guess how he gets them huh

Warnings: !!Rape!! while (y/n) does enjoy the experience there is no given consent - do not read if this could make you uncomfortable; breeding fetish; unprotected piv; bondage; spanking; anal; toys; biting; swearing; not proof-read at ALL (fun fact I've never had so many warnings before)

Word Count: 1.6K+

Lucius Malfoy gave his son a hard look, patting him on the shoulder briskly. "I expect you'll employ every method necessary to find Potter's whereabouts?"

"Yes, father." Draco wasn't looking at him, but instead at the fierce-looking girl bound by her wrists, discarded at the foot of his door.

"Any methods, understand?"

"Yes," the boy replied sharply, finally turning to meet his father's glare. "Go on. I'm sure you have better things to do. I'll get the information."

Lucius nodded curtly, striding off down the dark corridors of his manor.

Draco looked back at you, taking notice of the loose black dress that fell in waves around your body. Your waist was outlined by a modern corset with the lace at the front. You snarled at him, terrified, but he had hurt your pride by making torturing you sound so easy.

He gripped you by the nape of your neck, practically throwing you inside his room and closing the door behind him. He cast Muffliato, Silencio and every other spell he could think of before focusing his undivided attention on you. The other Death Eaters delighted in hearing victims' screams half the time, but he refused to give them the satisfaction. Your screams belonged to him, and him only.

"We've come a long way, haven't we, Malfoy? I remember Potions with you. You were a damn good partner, but I should have tipped one of those acidic draughts on you when I had the fucking chance-"

He delivered a harsh slap across your face, silencing you. It didn't hurt that much, but it was a fair warning of how helpless you were in this situation.

"I remember those classes, too. I remember imagining you in my bed and me fucking you until you cried. But don't worry," his lips twisted in a wicked smirk, "I have much more interesting fantasies now."

He edged closer, and you watched with wide eyes as he hoisted you up and laid you down on his king-sized bed. A luxurious bed. A luxury that might teach you pain.

"Fuck me, (y/n). Take my cock. Or are you scared?" He sounded mocking, but you wouldn't have it.

"No, honey, I just have a decent amount of self-respect," you chided, craning your neck to look him in the eye from where you lay on those velvety covers.

"Take me. I won't take no for an answer," he growled. You shook your head. "I want you. I need you. And I need you to tell me where Potter is."

"No," you spat, encompassing all of his apparent needs. You didn't care. You couldn't. He was horrible. Why would you? Right?

"Tough luck," he grimaced, and in one swift motion he had ripped the thin fabric of your dress, tugging it off your body on either side of your corset.

You bit your tongue trying to keep quiet as he dragged you to the edge of the bed, undoing the knot at the top of the corset and yanking on the strings brutally. You felt like you couldn't breathe. You were almost entirely bare and there wasn't enough oxygen in your brain and you felt slightly dizzy and something must have been very wrong because suddenly in this light he looked beautiful...

"There, that's better. You're thinking too much," he purred, tying a new knot so that it remained unbearably tight around your tummy. "Now... you still going to put up a fight?"

You didn't reply.

"Answer me, slut," he snapped, lightly slapping your pussy through the fabric of your panties. You became painfully aware that he could pull those off, too - that you would have to succumb to whatever he wanted.

"Malfoy...," you murmured, and apparently that was enough.

He dragged your black panties down your legs, followed by the bra cupping your weight. You were entirely naked apart from the corset. Your wrists were tied by spell and your wand couldn't reach you here. His handsome image swum before your eyes.

Draco flipped you over, pulling your ass up towards the ceiling. Your elbows dug into the covers as his hands man-handled your buttocks roughly, coming down in a merciless spank once. You flinched, but he didn't seem to care.

"You won't be talking back to me from now on, I expect?" he threatened casually, throwing in another spark on your ass.

"No," you whimpered, subconsciously leaning into his touch.

"Good. And you won't be complaining or resisting?"

Just as you were about to answer, he slid halfway into your ass with only his own pre-cum as lubricant. You moaned accidentally at the pleasurable pain.

"Not answering me again? What good is that? Where's Potter? Where?" He spanked you again.

"N-No, I'll behave, but I won't tell you, I can't-"

He pushed himself further in, the pain now overwhelming the enjoyable quality. Nevertheless, he waited a moment, not torturing you beyond repair, giving you time to adjust. Maybe he wasn't entirely cruel? No, what were you thinking? He was fucking you against your will, not taking no for an answer, looking at you with some sort or adoration...

You forgot what your train of thoughts had been up until that point, simply staring as best you could considering your body faced away from him.

"C'mon, slut. Tell me," he ordered, pinching your clit with two fine fingers. You gasped, but didn't answer his question.

You didn't know if he forgot to ask, or if he gave up, or if he simply didn't care, but he wouldn't ask again.

Suddenly he was pushing two fingers into your virgin cunt like a chanting prayer - in and out and curling and winding. It felt so good. Tight and claustrophobic, but impossibly good.

Just as you were beginning to fully appreciate the way his digits pressed against the same wall that met his cock on the other side, he pulled out - all of it - and walked away. He left you whining and thrashing on his duvet, reluctantly wishing he would return. Somehow, you managed to roll over.

You couldn't believe it. You wanted him to fuck you. You needed him to fuck you. Hell, it hurt, but every part of you was screaming for him to consume, to ravage, to... to...

He did return.

He returned holding three common pegs, as if they had been picked straight off of the washing line or handed to him by house-elves.

Draco silently attached one to both of your nipples, grinning wickedly as you groaned in immediate pain. It hurt. You felt fuzzy from lack of oxygen, but you knew it hurt.

Finally he clamped one onto your clit, making you writhe. He didn't take it off. Instead, he leaned over you, whispering in your ear. It made you feel warm and funny inside. "(Y/n), I'm going to mark you, and it will be much worse than my Dark Mark or a scar reading 'muggle' or anything else... because not only will it be permanent, but it will bring shame upon you, and everyone will know you enjoyed a Death Eater fucking you."

The words didn't make sense, but in your shape, you could hardly tell.

He bit into the flesh of your shoulder harshly, fuelled by your ongoing moans as he moved from your breasts to your throat and back again. You looked a mess - tears streaming, leftover rips of fabric, the colourful marks and bites of a wild man.

It felt so good.

Before you knew it his entire fist was in your pulsating cunt, thrusting from within and hurting and hurting more but feeling incredibly good and full.

Still, you wanted him.

"Push my fist out of your pussy, darling," he whispered. So you did. You pushed with all the muscles of your abdomen until his hand dislodged from your cunt, along with a burst of ecstasy by the name of orgasm.

"Good girl," he reassured you, watching the mix of blood and cum on his bed. "Good girl. Now it's my turn."

He quickly undid his belt, discarding it somewhere in the room before pulling down his pants. His cock was bigger than you had expected - but then again, you didn't have much experience in these sorts of things and you weren't thinking right.

Just as he slipped into you - no coverage - he pulled off the two pegs on your nipples, causing an explosion of agony to rip through your body as he began pounding into you.

"D-Draco," you managed, watching his bare cock slam into your ripe cunt.

"Yes, (y/n)?"

You changed you mind, or rather, you forgot what you were going to say. Instead, you told him: "I want you."

Unlike what you had expected, he reacted with gentleness, slowing his pace, moving in curved, cleaner motions. "I want you, too. I'm glad you see it now."

"Draco?" you prompted, regaining your breath as you enjoyed less sore but still ecstatic sensations.

"Mhm?"

"Harry, Ron and Hermione were at Grimmauld place last I heard."

He bummed again, but didn't reply. He hadn't been craving that information. That wasn't why he did this. "I'm coming," he grunted, then stayed in your pussy until his own juices were leaking from your folds.

You panted, shifting your body above your magical bounds to get more comfortable.

You didn't want anything but him, either. But what a crazed way to find out.

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mochie85 · 2 years

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Such Great Heights

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One-shots based on this May prompt list. Prompt 08: Cobwebs Prompt 09: "Just jump! What's the worst that could happen?"

A/N: I combined two prompts again for this one. I hope you like it. As always, my ASKS are open. Let me know if you want to be on my taglist. Warnings: Skydiving fluff. Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader Word Count: Over 1.4K

You hugged your pack tightly around yourself. “I’m not gonna hurl. I’m not gonna hurl,” you whispered to yourself. The rumble of the jet spooked you. You were normally fine flying on a plane. You’ve flown countless times on the jet. You’ve even piloted once or twice. But you’ve never jumped off!

“Come on. You can do this!” Sam encouraged you.

“Says the guy with wings.” You shot back. You started rocking yourself in your seat. Closing your eyes. Breathing rapidly. Your heart was hammering in your chest. You have to do this. Sam was training everyone on jumping and landing safety. “Because you never know when you have to make an emergency drop from a falling plane,” he said.

Tony had the suit. Sam had the wings. Both Bucky and Steve were Super Soldiers. They all could survive a fall from great heights. You were just a sniper. You preferred to be on the ground, camouflaged. Hunting your next target.

Nat had once told you it felt very liberating and quiet. It’s a rush of wind and excitement, but once you pull that chute, everything is at a standstill and you get to see a view that very few people ever get to see. “Peace and calm surround you,” she said.

“Peace and calm. Peace and calm.” You kept repeating.

“Hey darlin’, look at me.” Steve knelt down in front of you. He took your shaking hands in his and looked you straight in the eyes. “I know it’s scary. But I’ll be watching over you every step of the way, okay?”

“Okay.” You replied weakly.

“I’ll jump first. Then I’ll meet you down there when we land. I won’t let anything happen to you.” Steve flashed his smile and you instantly felt calmer. “Stand up and let’s get ready,” he instructed you.

You stood up, clutching your pack even tighter. Steve circled you, checking your straps, pulling on your harness, buckling things around your thighs, and securing your pack onto your back.

His touch was nimble but solid. You could feel the pressure from his large hands when he would pull on a strap, holding your body back, tightening the strap further. If it weren’t for the current situation you would be blushing at the intimate way Steve was holding you right now.

Steve had a soft spot for you ever since you started working with the Avengers. You were smart, capable, and most importantly easygoing. It saved him several times in high-pressure situations. You always kept a cool head and he found himself gravitating towards you and your tranquility.

He has never seen you out of sorts before. He wanted you to feel calm. To give you peace, as you do for him. “Do you like tying people up, Cap?” You jokingly asked him, noting his familiarity with harnesses and knots. He recognized your attempt to lighten the situation.

“Only the bad girls.” He whispered pulling extra tight on a strap that went around your groin, making you moan. “And good girls. If they ask nicely,” he said with a smirk.

For once, on this whole trip, you were left breathless. You only meant to say how well he was being attentive to you and his mastery of the knots. Not once did you ever think that the Captain would have a bondage fetish!? Let alone admit it to you. Your mouth went dry.

You started picturing your hands tied above your head as Steve commanded your body and lavished it with his touch and attention. Just like he was doing now. His bearded kisses trailing up and down your torso, tickling you until he would reach the sensitive, wet, heat in between your thighs.

Steve looked into your eyes and he could see you picturing things that he’s been wanting to do to you for a very long time. He held your gaze, a silent promise of the things he would do to you later.

The back hanger opened, and all of a sudden the air got thinner. The rushing wind filled the cabin with noise and tried to suction you out.

“You’re turning a little blue. Breathe for me, doll.” Steve yelled out as you took a sharp intake of breath. “That’s it. One more.” You took a deep slow breath, staring into his crystal blue eyes. “That’s a good girl.” He said. The blush returned. You could feel the air cooling your heated cheeks. God, I hope no one else can hear him. Or worse, see what it’s doing to me.

“Oi, is that the pack I brought out from storage?” Bucky said pointing to the one you were strapped to. “You sure that’s still good? I had to dust cobwebs off of it.” Bucky laughed as he teased you.

“Knock it off, jerk,” Steve said punching his friend in the arm. Bucky just laughed as he made his way to the opened hanger and jumped. “Don’t listen to him. I checked the pack myself.”

“His chute! He had no chute!” You yelled to Steve.

“Eh. He’s fine. He’ll survive. We’re not that high up. We had to go lower in altitude because of the weather. You ready to go?” He asked you. You looked up into his blue eyes and shook your head. Steve chuckled as he did one last tug on the straps and held your hand.

Your breathing got faster. You started to get lightheaded. Steve led you closer and closer to the edge of the hanger, walking backward. “Eyes on me, doll.” He said to you. “Take a deep breath. You can do this.”

“Yeah, just jump. What’s the worst that could happen?” Sam asked.

“I COULD DIE!” you yelled out.

Steve held your face. “Eyes on me.” He commanded. “You’re not going to die. You’re one of the bravest women I know. You’re going to jump, you’re going to count, then you will pull your chute. Do you understand?”

“Y-yes.” You said nodding. Steve raised an eyebrow at you.

“Yes, Captain.” You amended. He seemed to like that answer because you noted his gaze turning deviant and his stare going down to your lips.

“I’ll see you down there,” Steve said letting go of your face and jumping off the back of the jet. You watched him free fall down until you couldn’t see him anymore. You stepped onto the lip of the door. I can do this! I can do this! You took one last breath and dove headfirst off the plane.

It was so loud! The wind passing by you, the complete feeling of weightlessness. It was far more exhilarating than any rollercoaster you’ve ever been on. You opened up like a starfish, feeling the air pushing your limbs back. It felt so freeing.

You counted, then you pulled the chord. It felt like the brakes were pulled and you just stopped. At least that’s what it felt like. Really, you just slowed down. Looking around, you could see the Atlantic not too far off. You saw fields and the bright expanse of the city. It was a breathtaking view. Nat was right. It was calm. No noise. Just peace.

You saw your landing field to the left and you pulled one of your chords slightly to turn yourself in that direction. It seemed like the world was coming to greet you and everything started getting bigger and more detailed. A figure was standing by on the field. You recognized Steve as he tried to make his way over to you.

“Hit the ground running!” you remember Sam saying, and that’s what you did. As soon as your toes touched the ground you started running, feeling faster and lighter because the chute was still holding most of your weight. You ran towards Steve as he held his arms out to catch you.

You ran straight into his arms and he caught you in a crushing hug. You laughed and yelled as the adrenaline coursed through your body. The rest of the chute landed on top of both of you, covering you in hues of red and white.

Steve knew he didn’t have long before Bucky found the two of you or Sam would land next to you. He grabbed your face steady, and with all the adrenaline coursing through him, he pressed his lips to yours. You opened your mouth for a breath and he invited his tongue inside, caressing your tongue and sucking your top lip.

You wrapped your arms tightly around his neck, pulling him closer to you. You needed him to be closer to you. The energy in your body wouldn’t let you rest otherwise.

He broke the kiss and grabbed your chin. “Hmm. Good girl. I’m proud of you.”

“Yes, sir.”

“I’ll reward you later.” He said tugging on your harness, making you moan, and releasing the chute.